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That encounter lit up my four seasons.
The faint alley, because of the encounter of love, has the romance of spring, the splendor of summer and the aestheticism of autumn, but what about winter?
When the prosperity is exhausted and the flowers are withered, only the dead branches and leaves sway in the cold wind in winter, and a mature poetry is brewed in simplicity and beauty, which is the stubbornness of the grass buried in the land. Everything is fermented in a deep sleep, and when it snows and spring begins, it is ready to develop and present a vibrant spring.
Winter is the prelude to spring romance and the most promising season.
You said that in the snowy season, you will come through the snow, with flying snowflakes, like a fairy, to the depths of my alley.
So, I lean on the threshold of winter and look up at the sky with you, eager for the north wind to rise and the temperature to plummet. Maybe only in this way, the snow will come, and you and I can get together one day.
Love, from romance to aestheticism, from aestheticism to a long wait.
Waiting is happiness and pain in joy. Every time I see the sun rising here and setting there, my heart is like the ups and downs of life.
The pace of time is so hasty, a year has passed in a blink of an eye, and this snowy winter has finally arrived as scheduled, and you?
Will you come out of the twilight?
I think you will.
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That wink, that gentle call, will appear in my dream every time.
How nice it would be to see life at first sight! Stay in that warm moment forever, you can forget the sky and live a life of one person and two people forever.
The path paved with bluestone slabs winds to the end of the alley. How many miles away, there is a romantic atmosphere. In the white wall brick, the silhouette that slowly snuggles up has been carved into a permanent picture and opened into gorgeous flowers.
It's drizzling in the sky, and it's crooked, weaving into a crisscross of love, hanging over you and me. I hold the little umbrella high for you. My right side is wet, but I still smile and walk with you from one end to the other.
That is a kind of persistent love. I always believe that my heart can get your smile, just like my obsession with snowflakes. When the snow comes, you will come, and the hope of a winter will become inevitable in my life.
So, in this bleak winter, looking forward to the arrival of a snow, a person walked through the long streets, faint alleys, bleak hillsides, looking for the warm past. I don't know what kind of snow will fall when I pass by, just like you come gently, I don't know where we will meet again.
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Snow-capped winter, smart and yearning. In the intelligent world, it is a happy thing to expect the joy of reunion.
Snow, dancing gently, bathed in the fairy tale world of pure ice and jade, as cool as snow. That piece of pure white, like a poem full of charm, is simple but contains poetic beauty.
We can sit quietly on the windowsill, make a pot of tea, listen to meditation in the snow, and understand the true meaning of life from the faint snowflakes. All reunions have a long waiting process. When the time is right, they will fall from the sky like snowflakes.
We can write beautiful lines in the snow with our feet. Aren't deep and shallow footprints the most beautiful handwriting in the world? Embedded in it is the breath of love, which permeates from the footprints and is poetic and beautiful.
We can also learn from the ancients on that boat. An old man fished in the cold Jiang Xue and enjoyed the winter snow scene, snow trees, silver flowers, gurgling streams and gurgling water in the dark night in Hundred Mountains without Birds and Footprints, which was particularly crisp in this loneliness.
Snow dances with the joy of two people, two people's soul mates and two people's lives.
Therefore, I will wait for you in this snowy winter, waiting for the arrival of a love, which is the best reunion in life.
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